Four Little Pills

I read today about a suicide. Sometimes I imagine. Some of those times I write.

Colors fade to hues of gray, leaving me amazed at the simplicity of things in this moment. No more pain. No more clarity. Just shades, numbness. I see my hands, foreign members of my fading self. Grasping at nothing, except for memories of the lines of your absent face. I reach for the gentle curve of your chin, to cradle you in the crest of my hand. Once more. As everything else fades, you remain, lasting, clinging to my being while all falls...empty, a fluttering shadow. You are the last to go. You are the last remaining remnant of life, you and my pain of losing you. In the end, it is the last of life that I know, you...you giving way finally to those four little pills.

Word Wednesday - Exquisite

ex·quis·ite/ekˈskwizit/

Adjective: Extremely beautiful and, typically, delicate.

Exquisite - with the very moistness of your clearly articulated sound, so defined and delicately precise, she was, we were, it was exquisite.

Quotable

"It is requisite for the relaxation of the mind that we make use, from time to time, of playful deeds and jokes."

-Thomas Aquinas

Surprising Naked Clicks

I just visited a favorite blog of mine and found nothing but content inviting me to porn.

There is a very popular blog I've followed for a few years maintained by a snarky, humorous and creative woman. I visit there occasionally. The blog has thousands of followers.

Today I went there only to discovery that the entire blog - content, ads, photos - had been taken over by advertisements for porn sites!

The aggravating thing is that I don't know if the author sold out, or let the domain expire only to have it picked up by an adult industry cyber squatter. Either way, a very good blog is gone.

Sometimes I hate the Internet.

Announcing Word Wednesday

Starting this week, I'll be adding a weekly themed post, Word Wednesday, to Kim's Korner.

The post will focus on a fun word (perhaps commonly known, but seldom used), the definition and some playful writing based on the understanding or misunderstanding of that word!

I hope you will join us for Word Wednesday - starting this week!

An Evening With Donald Davis - Share It!

Donald Davis is a storyteller. He is such an impressive weaver of tales that PBS featured him in their 5 part series "What's Your Story?"  With all of the emphasis on digital connections and online brevity of communication, I personally seek the continued experience of good ole verbal communication. The apex of this is a good story.

Mr. Davis will welcome your presence at a BBQ dinner and evening of stories at 6:30 p.m. on October 24th at the Kernersville Library, in Kernersville, NC. You can come and I hope you will join me there.

You need to call 336-703-2930 (no, you can;t RSVP online. you have to actually talk with someone. imagine that) to reach the Library and let them know you are coming. You can pay by cash or check at the door. The cost for dinner and a memorable evening of storytelling is $15.00.

Let me know if you are coming! Hope to see you there!

NOTE: Want to learn some more about the art of storytelling? Check out the folks at the National Storytelling Network!

Two Things I Hate

1. That the workers throw the emptied recycle bin into the curb and crack, chip and smash it into pieces.

2. That the small bag of garbage in the bottom of my city "roll to the curb" can has been left in there to rot for 3 weeks now because the worker doesn't care to put forth the effort to reach in and lift it out.

Rant ended.

The Gut of It - A Thought in Stanzas

Get to the gut of it, that tight, twisting, acidic scream of the belly
There you will find you and the you that longs to be more
Pain demands change...limits, contorts and defines

She always loved me, to a fault
When it hurt inside I could depend on her, her compliments, her advocacy, her mothering
The pain would always go, run out with laughter or perspective, or distraction

It's not her fault I could never love myself, to a fault

There is the gut of it
Loving oneself through the faults

London Underground

"Mind the Gap!" We heard these words of warning countless times as we rode the Underground, the Tube - the London Subway.

Here are a couple of happy travelers!

Steve Jobs - More Than Apple

Apple announced this evening that Steve Jobs, former CEO had died. The announcement was here http://www.apple.com/stevejobs/ and quickly spread like proverbial wildfire across the Internet and social media venues.

Fame often dulls our perception of people. We remember, rightfully so, the accomplishments and recognition that earned such fame. What occurs to me, what haunts me when famous people die is the difficulty we have remembering their humanity, their likeness to our own lives. Fame may, as no doubt it will with Steve Jobs, write about the famous in the books of history and achievements. Fame will proclaim the greatness of those so deemed. Yet, fame will never remind us that our human life, no matter how large or unknown, has - each and every one - ultimate value and beauty.

We live. We breathe. We learn. We try. We fail. We succeed.

For me, the greatest miracle is that a human life can grow, learn and adapt - overcome and flourish in it's own particular beauty. We each live our momentary existence in relationship to others, our specific challenges, our own life lessons. So, it is important for me to remember that Steve Jobs was a human being, an amazing human being - nothing more and nothing less.

This is also true of you, right now. I hope you are fully aware of this truth. You have a particular beauty.